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Taeyeon's pov-

I woke up to a pounding headache, freaking out internally when I saw I wasn't in my room. 'Who's room is this?' I thought to myself, but decided to get up. The pain in my legs did not help the slightest when I tried to stand. I felt a cold breeze, and saw I was  . 'What exactly did I do last night?' I tried to see if jiyong was there, my eyes getting use to the dark light. I soon saw his bare shoulders and his head poking out of the cover. 'Is he ...too?' I felt like a ert just standing there, so I quickly wobbled to my room.

'Did we just have...?' No, taeyeon. I shook my head viciously, not wanting to believe I gave my ity to him. 'But at least you didn't give it to a stranger.'

That was what jiyong was to me. A stranger that I was forced into marriage with. The fact that i was stupid enough to give him something that I tried to keep until I was actually in a true marriage. I was sad, empty, lonely.

But I didn't hate him for this. I just couldn't bring myself to it. 'It was partially my fault also.' I thought to my